What 105 Degrees Does to a Preggo

As some of you already know, I am blessed with a job that gets to gloriously coach children in the sports of swimming and water polo.  Now recently here in Central California, it has been a raging 107-102 degrees everyday for the past seven days. Some of you might be thinking, "Well heck Julia you get to coach a sport that has a pool for crying out loud, you get to stay cool!" I wish that sentiment were true but alas, it's not.

Instead I get to sit and sweat, sweat, sweat and did I mention, sweat? Just for the sake of this blog, pregnancy sweat is just not any sweat. It's a sweat that never stops even when you manage to cool your self down it happens again.  I have gotten so used to sweating at all hours during the day that I don't even realize I'm sweating anymore. In fact, as I type this my keyboard is probably going to have an electrical surge because of the sweat that is falling off my fingers into the cracks of the keyboard. (Sorry Nate if I break your 1,200 dollar computer.) It has even gotten to the point where I don't even wear deodorant to practice because I just sweat it off in about twenty minutes. So, not only am I wet from perspiration, I smell like a hippy as well.

I did read when I first found out I was pregnant that your body temperature naturally raises to compensate for the baby, but I didn't think about the consequences of this statement. What this really means, and of course the books don't tell you, is that you will be a sweaty hot mess, you will smell, and you will sweat in places you didn't even know you could sweat. (Yes pregnant mommies that means your crotch.)

Sweating profusely is something that comes with pregnancy and you will learn to adapt. You might even have an episode at Starbucks like I did yesterday with a man that was probably my parents age and I questioned his sexuality because what straight man says 'glowing.' Now that I really think about it, he might of had a pregnancy fetish too.

Man at counter: Hello what can I get you?
Me: A venti passion tea, no sweetener.
Man at counter: It's sure a hot one today, that will be 2.95.
Me: Yes, and unfortunately I'm on my way to sit in it for two and a half hours for work.
Man at counter: Oh well where do you work?
Me: I coach water polo for the high school
Man at counter: That sounds like no fun in this heat.
Me: Yes and I'm pregnant on top of it!
Man at counter: Well congratulations, you are just glowing!
Me: No, its just sweat. Thanks.

Sorry for no pictures, I'm sure no body wants to see my sweaty/'glowing' face or my sweaty stinky arm pits.


Julia